The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-18


don't know him, but I've always heard
from my father that Boscobel was al
ways savage. There was some prv-
motion in military affairs when both
were in the army which made my faith
ar and hers rivals, and Boscobol would
never give my father his title Of cap
tain, and hated him ne long as he
| lived"
This Launt Winslow confded to his
cousin Kate.
But Lily continued invisible.
Meeting Captain Jack Winslow's son
in the street one day, and taking covert
cognizance Of his feet and inches, Peter
Boscobel's dislike to the handsome
young man grew stronger than ever,
and he went home and shortened Lily's
chain by link or two.
"When you gish to go out, Lily, go
| in the carriage. I don't like to see
young girls strolling about the city"
But Lily did not go out enough for
her own good. When she did, she
| went in the carriage, as her father in
| structed; and so 1t CHANGED that Launt
Winslow saw the sweet pale face once.
twice, thrice, among the purple cush.
ions Of the Boscobel barouche, and
from the sidewalk lifted his hat.
Each time the eyes Of the two met
the blue ones, startled, sweet; tho
hazel ones, eloquent, steady.
Launt Winslow meant now, il it
could be done, to win Lily Boscobel.
Her father did not guess the resolve
in the heart Of the young man, but was
planning against him none the less
steadily.
He did not want to part with Lily
but hs had weakness for rank, and for
the first time in his life he dined with o
nobleman.
And Lord Luther Lawton Langley
had said: II have seen your daughter.
A lovely young lady, Mr.. Boscobel.
Pray give me an introduction"
Plain Peter Boscobel was fattered
as many q moro superficial man had
been, and secretly began to make plans
for Lily.
She was pretty and accomplished,
and he was rich. Why should she not
marry this nobleman, who was seeking
for wife, people said?
| DO n0 DIOubuJ iIcto iLuphoi hoiao w
dine one day, and Lily was exquisite in
dinner dress of wine dark velvet and
still as o nun, but none the less lovely
for that.
Lord Luther was honestly charmed;
especially when, at her fathers request,
she played and sang for him. But Lily
went to her chamber after he had gone,
and secretly whispered to herself that
he was horrid.
She didn't like bis watery-blue eyes
and broad smile and his hot breath up
on her cheek, when he turned her music,
made her shudder.
No, the truth was that Lord Luther
was not so bad as lords go, but her
heart was all given to her little dream
of Launt Winslow, and she wanted
none of him.
The less often she saw Launt, the
more she thought of him, and the
warmer and sweeter were her thoughts
Well, Lord Luther came again and
again, and yet again to the Boscobel
mansion, and, it turned out, asked
Peters permission to pay his addresses
to his daughter, for Lily's father said;
lord Luther comes this evening to
see you. II he asks you to marry him
you will consent"
Such a wild, white face as the child
turned upon him
But Peter Boscobel was lighting q
cigar, and did not see it again before it
dropped again. -
ii can notl / can not i can notl"
cried Lily.
1t was already o'clock then, and the
short November day nearly done.
Pretty soon servant came into the
drawing room to light the gas, and in
five minutes more the bell rang. Then,
hearing the dreaded voice asking for
her, Lily started up and ran out OF the
house.
Bare headed. she ran across the
broad flags of the yard, and then.
chilled by the sharp night air, darted
into the great carriage house, where
were ranged the Boscobel coupe, the
barouche in which she drove and her
fathers Stanhope, beside various other
vehicles.
In a twinkling she had leaped into
the barouche and covered down in O
corner upon the velvet cushion. pant
ing and listening.
Poor Lily of course she had behaved
in a very paric stricken and unreason-
ing manner, but it did not take much
reasoning to assure her that she did not
want Lord Luther, with his fishy eyes
and broad smile, to make love to her.
Lily could bear a good deal but she
could not bear that.
So she sat painting and listening,